“And how many Doms have you been with?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“I figured as much. Let’s go, Isabella.”
“No! Please, Ethan, I really want to stay.” Dropping her hands into her lap, she lowered her eyes and plucked at the hem of her short dress. “Y-you can do whatever you want with me.”
Red colored the edges of his vision. Reaching out, he wrapped her long ponytail around his hand and yanked her head back so she was forced to look up at him. Fear flickered in her eyes, and she let out a little mewl of surprise.
“Anything, Isabella?” Wrapping his other hand around her throat again, he watched her eyes widen. Her hands gripped the mattress, but she made no move to stop him. “Maybe I could start by stripping you naked and marching you back downstairs to the party. Tie you to the St. Andrew’s Cross and take the flogger to every inch of you.”
Another little whimper, but not as distressed. The fear in her eyes had been joined by a need so raw and naked, he almost forgot he was trying to scare her off.
“I have a whole slew of implements down there to choose from to make you regret that promise you just made. And after I finish leaving my mark all over your beautiful, virgin skin, I’ll release you, but only so I can fuck you in every way you can imagine, and some I’d wager you can’t. Until you beg me to let you come, which I won’t.” He tightened his grip on her throat, not enough to cut off her air but enough to let her know he could if he wanted to. “Or maybe I’ll force you to come until you beg me to stop, which I won’t.”
The fear still hadn’t left her eyes, but he was certain if he slipped his hand beneath the hem of her dress, he’d find her soaking wet. This wasn’t going as well as he’d hoped. Apparently, the little brat had a bit of a pain slut in her — at least as far as imaginary pain went.
“Now. Does the offer stand to do whatever I want to you? Or would you like to retract that statement?”
The muscles of her throat moved under his palm when she swallowed. “I want to stay.”
Leaning down, he growled in her ear. “That’s not what I asked, little girl.”
“Please, Ethan. Sir.”
Dammit. Looking down into those pleading brown eyes, he suddenly understood why Mike was so wrapped around Lucy’s little finger, despite her bratty ways. It was far too tempting to give her whatever she wanted when Izzy looked at him like that.
Maybe he could at least give her part of what she’d come here for. Relaxing his grip on her throat, he stroked the sensitive skin. “If you stay, you play by my rules. Understood?”
“Yes! Whatever you say. I’ll be the best-behaved little subbie you’ve ever had.”
“I highly doubt that.” Chuckling at her exuberance, he released her and held out a hand. “Give me your questionnaire.”
For once in her life, she did as she was told without argument. She opened the small bag she’d brought with her and pulled out several folded sheets of paper and handed them to him. He scanned the boxes, looking first for her absolute “No Way” items. There were only a few, and they lined up neatly with his own. Next, he scanned for the things she’d marked as “Yes”. Again, only a few basics such as spanking and bondage. Everything else went into the “Curious” column.
“Which of your ‘Yes’ items are you most interested in?”
Pink blossomed on her cheeks. “Spanking,” she whispered, so softly he barely heard her.
The mental image of her kicking and pleading over his knee was one he’d indulged in many times over the past few years. Having the opportunity to turn his favorite fantasy into reality was really more than he could be expected to resist.
Jake was going to kill him and send him straight to hell. He might as well make it worth the trip.
“Here is how this works. Your safe word is ‘Red’. You will tell me immediately if anything or anyone makes you uncomfortable. Including me. Outside of that, you will not speak unless I give you permission to. If you can be a good girl once we return downstairs, I may be inclined to give you my birthday spanking. If you don’t behave, you can watch while I paddle some other lucky girl’s bottom.” Cupping her chin in his hand, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “Do we have an agreement, Isabella?”
“Why can’t I talk to people?” Her tone was one he was all too familiar with, and it told him she was ready for a fight. At least this time he’d be able to end the argument on his terms.
“You have a tendency to let your mouth run the show, and you say things you shouldn’t.”
The corner of her lip pulled back in a sneer. “You sound just like Jake. I’m not a gossip.”
“Sweetheart, you’re the biggest gossip in all of Georgia. Now, do we have an agreement or not?”
She blew out a huff of air. “Yes.” A raised eyebrow was all it took to have the color in her cheeks darkening. “Yes, um, Sir?”
Normally, he settled for Sir during a scene. But he wanted more from her. For years now, he’d dreamt of hearing one particular word from her lips and tonight may be his first and only chance to hear it. “While we’re here, it’s Daddy.”
To his relief, there wasn’t even a hint of disgust in her eyes. If anything, the excitement and need there intensified as soon as the word left his mouth.
